Poetry Without Limits

Burning

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You're gone.
I see that now.
You're gone.
The sun is burning me inside,
it burns to consume.
Even though it won't
I wish it would.
I'm crying.
Not because it helps
but because
there is nothing else to do.
You're gone.
I'm crying
and burning.

- - - Justin DeFerbrache studied English Literature at a small liberal arts college in Indiana. For the past three years, he has been working as a TESOL teacher in China and exploring the Asian continent one bit at a time. He writes poetry and short fiction on the side.